#desolate
Sometimes we need to venture into the wilderness,
To refresh our eyes to see the wilderness in our current lives;
We may live now in “abundance,”
But, are we not the most desolate in spirit of all the generations?!
Just like the dead, cut flowers now in my living room,
So is my spirit, dry, without You —
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 7:11 PM UTC
I wrote a poem to the Desolation
It was creating a nightmare
And I only wanted to say hello.
Til blossoms spring into soulless
Words I come forth with no stanza.
There is no form or haiku,
No sonnet, only words from nothing
Creating what only desolate
People can,
Words carry the abyss inside us all,
The emptiness can only be filled
With the words that we bleed out.
And they that know not
The poem that scars over,
They can never read the depths
Of the Desolation inside the poets.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
Winter comes with her coat of frost and darkness,
the earth shivering at her approach,
bowing reverently before an
unforgiving queen.
She takes my breath. I suffocate
beneath Her frozen beauty,
my heart ticking down
beat by beat
by beat
into the stillness of night.
I curl up under the obsidian sky. Shrouded
in Her darkness I sink
into a mawsoleum where She grinds
my bones to stardust with
the infinite patience of
Her slow-moving jaw.
I wish to remain forever suspended in this
void, rotating in its sleepy softness,
shapeless,
melting into
the crystalline clink of snowflakes
pouring to the ground.
But the threat of Spring
is always hidden in the train of Her coat,
that stubborn hope tucked away…
persevering.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
fear assists another fear just to get in me
at 1 am midnight why are you scaring of a bark
in this desolate coffeehouse
invisible faces nightly forces lighting celebration
orange
it’s dark swamps of Zen appear
no person is under authentic self, night glows through
this is so jazz
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
A leaf floats in the sea.
In dirt, the water seeps.
Each one has a unique sound,
And each, foreign to me.
The scenes I fail to capture,
And never fail to miss
Drag me deeper into wonder
And deeper through abyss.
The exposure just gets lower,
And the darkness eats the flash,
And crashing down onto the ground
A shattered lens will thrash.
The shutter starts to flicker,
And the timer doesn’t last
As the wonders of the world
Become the wonders of the past.
Debris will fall on rubble
And stack into a heap,
And I’ll give up on my camera
And fall into my dreams
And in my dreams I’ll never fail
To capture every leaf,
Or every droplet,
Or every stone
As to me the world bequeathed.
The start, ends with a sea.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
In those late, fragile hours
on those dark, desolate nights
my soul seems to wander the earth
searching for a heart that matches mine
if soulmates do exist
then i'm missing a puzzle twain
Plato wasn't fallacious when he said the soul splits a brace
once you cradled my hand in yours,
our fingers dance, entwined;
I sensed this eternal connection,
that we are forever, intricately aligned
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 3:08 PM UTC
Festered with Love.
Feigned by an Illusion of Trust and Deceit,
Never had a chance to clarify the Endless Desolation.
On the Twilight before a dark night,
I lost my light to a starking sight.
The love that Festered with the light is long lost in the oceans of the night, The sight of the shimmering light, dwindled in the mighty ruth of the dark.
Feb 24, 2023
Feb 24, 2023 at 6:54 AM UTC
I feel a warmth within me
But my head, it is spinning
My back, turned from the world
Cold and Desolation surround me
Creeping closer each time I blink
Still, my heart beats.
Slow, Cautious, and Low...
Can this warmth within me
Still Grow?
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 9:04 PM UTC
There’s a bottle of my mother’s love
Sitting on the kitchen table
It’s gone sour
It’s Sunday morning,
In the piercing comfort of a place
I once would’ve called home,
And the world woke up and walked out on me
The aftermath of July grows right outside my bedroom window
While I sit on a desolate strip of imaginary sand,
With my head in a water cooler
As significant as an ill-fated horsefly
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 3:13 PM UTC
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium
that ill be laid out in the meditterian
sea with the water hugging me
I plant seeds of hope into my cranium
that my heart is gold and titanium
and that I will never again know the lows that I've known
instead, I can just float
float away
swim away to a better place
one not plagued with flawed structures
one not filled with hungry vultures
always looking for their next **** their next meal
but maybe it's just our culture, to ****
maybe these seeds of hope will
save me from this desolate land
grant me a benevolent man
so I plant my seeds again
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 11:19 AM UTC
An achromatic photo
a tumbling rock
falling
down
A snow packed peak
Every inch of stone covered in weighted white
Rolling and growing...
growing and rolling...
the only sound heard, ice kissing ice
And my screams
Do you hear it?
The avalanche of my life
It has a sound unlike any other
A crescendo of every experience compounding on my soul, demanding to be seen, heard, felt, feared
Warning level 5 avalanche
Please evacuate the area for personal safety, hazard may cause more calamity
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 12:39 PM UTC
An abandoned thought,
A restless sigh,
Dust remains,
Where all has gone into nothing,
Deserted, uncared for, it lays there, waiting,
Staying, until it is swept away,
In the course of time,
Carried away,
With a breeze.
~ Umi
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 10:12 AM UTC
and just like that
the buildings fall,
hundreds of hours put into
their walls...
so illegal was it
to meet in this place
the one we spend hundreds of hours
and effort can't find a trace
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
Desolate
synonymous to:
Barren
Wasteland
Empty
Forgotten
Synonymous to:
My life
My existence
My happiness
Joyful:
The Antonym to:
My brain
my love
my head
Loved,
Something that I do not feel
Something that I don't remember the warmth of
Something I will never have
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Halted and tainted.
Discoloration,
Derived from isolation.
Shameful resent, and painful lament, birth exploration of the intimate.
So...
Desperate to drown out the desolate.
Ethereal vitality, lonely and vestal.
Accept all without stall.
Vulnerable and platonic.
In need of deep loving clasp.
An invite to settle my weariness upon thy shoulder.
Someone to open my neck toward without smolder.
The moon reflects upon me.
Truth is intimacy.
If overpassed, you’re in infancy.
Simple and faded, adorable, but deplorable.
Let’s inundate our emptiness together.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
He tugged at a snag
On our tattered old sweater
And left but a pile of thread.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
Loneliness is a jar of candy
Except there's no candy inside
And nothing there to take its place
The emptiest feeling of all time
When placed around a crowd of people
No one sees you because you're clear
And when you try to speak
They act as if they can't hear
So you stay in one place
But still no one can see
The expression on your face
Which is there because you're empty
The stillness of your body
The coldness of the glass
You wish this desolate moment
Would hurry up and pass
The vacant darkness
That lurks by your side
No way to run from it
No where to hide
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
I see only perfection
Take a look around
Still you will see
You are the one beacon of light
In this desolate place
I am..
Nowhere near perfect
I am..
Not amazing
I am..
Nothing like her
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
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Am listening to my heart
And its full of echoes
Echoes of memories of truth
Yet i live in a world of pure deceit
I once was full of vigor
And earnest zeal to fight
But now am a shell
Ruins
A remnant of my former self
Hardened by the scorching life suns
I miss my younger self
That guy had his life figured out
People think am smiling
But all I do is open my mouth a little
To catch breath when am suffocating inside
Yet I laugh hard and loud
To convince myself that all is well
I dare myself to walk straight
But their eyes betray what they think about me
Yes I am a lot of things to a lot of people
A clinician who gives hope to some
A miserable resilient friend
The guy with a broken engagement
That dude with expensive taste
A relentless prayer worrior
The heartbreaker
But as I said before
Its what I am to them,
And honestly speaking
I don't know who I am anymore
I used to have my life drawn
Now I don't even dare sketch it
I have not yet given up
But am also not sure I care anymore
Now am just a perpetual procrastinator
I have been shrinking daily
And now my skin is buggy
Sometimes I feel like shadying it off
I am a disappointment to myself
Ever busy yet achieving no result
Sometimes I get busy in bed
Not in the way you are thinking
I get busy summoning energy to wake up
And that takes some time
See I fell in love some day back
Guess I fell alone
She keeps me busy marktiming
But hasn't allowed me to march
We I need to move
But she tells me to wait.
But what is she waiting for
She still lies to me with a straight face
And she isn't sorry for that
If she doesn't want to let me go
Why not march with me
If she doesn't want to march with me
Why keep me marktiming with her
Honestly am tired
And am letting go now
Am letting go of everything
And am picking up my pen again
And dating my paper into an everlasting poetry
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 4:21 AM UTC
There is a storm outside
The windows blew in
The roof is lifting
The foundation is shaking
Inside I sit wondering will I make it
Down comes the roof, it was carried away by the wind
The glass from the windows has shattered
The rain is blowing in
Inside I sit wondering will I make it
The foundation cracks, I can feel it shaking
Inside I sit wondering will I make it
Down comes all the walls
It all fall down around me, everything every last drop
Still I sit wondering will I make it
I have shed my last tear and cried my last cry
But still inside I sit wondering will I make it
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC